“I’m fine,” Yolanda smiled, “As long as everyone enjoys the breakfast I made, I’m good.”

With that, she pretended to notice Attlee for the first time, smiling and saying, “Morning, Dad. I’ve cooked up some grub for you and Mom. You haven’t tasted my culinary skills since we got back home.”

Attlee was originally ticked off, thinking his daughter was sleeping in. But seeing her being so dutiful and considerate now, he felt a pang of guilt and shame.

Such a good daughter, so what if she slept in?

He’s been too petty.

cleaning lady, she’s been through tough times, and her

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the breakfast she made on the dining table, untying her apron as she spoke: “I’ve been able to cook since I was five. When my foster mom used to go to work, I’d have the meal

she started

so I’d cook up different veggies for her. Sometimes I’d give her my share of the meat because I was

ached even

downstairs at some point and saw Yoli cooking and sharing her childhood stories, gave her

Look at your father; he’s about to cry!”

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